I am a 43-year-old male with a beautiful family and am very fortunate. My children and fiance are very wonderful and supportive of me. Especially these days.

On April 3, I was struck, as a pedestrian, on the side of the road in Seattle. The driver stopped briefly and then left the scene.

My fiance didn’t know what had happened until she saw glass going down the street. She looked around the side of the truck, and I was on the ground. She saw the truck that struck me stop briefly, then take off.

There was a van that stopped after the truck sped away. My fiance yelled, “Please chase the truck,” but the gentleman just put his hands up and also left. Maybe he didn’t understand. It happened so fast, nobody got a license plate nunber.

I was taken by ambulance to Haborview Medical Center. I don’t remember much. My fiance told me she was really scared, because when she arrived at the hospital, they told her that I had to be stable before she could see me.

I woke up with three doctors above me asking questions, and I also remember bits and pieces of x-rays.

They released me later that day with minor injuries and a separated shoulder, lots of bumps and bruises, and a head full of unanswered questions: Why, who would do this? Why didn’t they stop?

The doctors at Harborview, in the trauma unit, told my fiance I was very fortunate to be alive. They said if I was two inches shorter, the mirror on the truck would have hit me in the back of the head and probably taken my life.

At the accident scene, my fiance was given a card with the investigating officer’s name and number on it, and she was told to call to see how the investigation was going. On Friday, April 4, I called the number on this card and was told to call a different number for hit-and-run investigations. On Tuesday afternoon, I finally received a call from the investigation unit. I asked the lady how the investigation was going and she said we have no other leads so we had to stop the investigation. She abruptly told me in no uncertain terms that they couldn’t do anything else for me. To this day (April 27), I have received no other calls from the investigation unit.

I have a friend who posted flyers in Seattle, asking if anybody saw anything to please call the police. Also, he went to Ford parts stores, checking to see if anybody purchased a new passenger mirror. And he also checked with junkyards. At least he made a big effort.

The vehicle was a newer, white Ford pickup, with black racks and two ladders. Please, anybody who may have seen this accident, please call Seattle Police. The case number is 08-120011.

This is my story. I am a human being, not a nobody. I deserve to receive the Seattle Police Department’s assistance. I was run over like a dog and left on the street. This person doesn’t even know if I am dead or alive. The person doesn’t know if my children were left without a father, or my fiance without a husband. People ask me what I would like to gain from this story, and that is justice. I want to ask this person how they could do this to me, and why?

Please don’t take me wrong, I am very grateful to be alive, but I am angry that someone has no regard for another person’s life or those who are involved.

U.S. Bank has opened a donation account for medical bills, under Bret Kannarr, at any branch.

Bret Kannarr lives in Covington.